Chapter 2

Watching Michelle’s face grow paler and paler, I continued:

“If I could turn back time, I truly wish I hadn’t been the one to save you that day!”

Stung by my words, Michelle stumbled back a few steps, unable to hold back the trickling tears.

“Enough! Haven’t we treated you well enough all this time?”

I froze, but Sean began his list of benevolence.

“Do you have any idea? That time you were having period cramps, I left Michelle, who had just had a miscarriage, to be with you!

“When I saw you that day, I wished so badly that you would just die, that you had never existed in my life!”

Stunned by the sheer hatred in his eyes, I backed up a few steps.

As if he had completely snapped, Sean continued coldly:

“And one more thing. Can you stop bringing up your heroic act?

“Even without you that day, someone else would have saved her. You just happened to be passing by. Stop taking yourself for Christ, would you?

“It was all God’s will. How much longer do you expect Michelle to keep paying you back for that tiny favor?

“Please, leave us alone. We’re in love. Stop clinging to me like an abandoned dog!”

Michelle tried to hold him back, speaking to me gently:

“Emma, we really didn’t want to hurt you. We wanted to break it to you eventually, but...”

Listening to their high-sounding, hypocritical nonsense, a wave of nausea surged up my throat.

“You didn’t want to hurt me? So on Thanksgiving, you stood me up and married my former best friend?”

I pointed at Michelle’s wedding dress, laughing at the sheer absurdity.

“Sean, don’t make yourself sound so grand. You’re just a coward. That’s why you kept her as your side bitch all this time!”

Sean’s face darkened instantly. He pulled a marriage certificate from his suit inner pocket and stuffed it in my face.

“Watch your filthy mouth. Who’s the side bitch here?”

I looked at the registration date on the marriage certificate, my face stunned out of expression.

October 17th of last year.

My birthday.

He told me he had to work out of town for three days, to save up money for a gift.

Turned out he was standing in line at the county clerk’s office, getting a marriage license with another woman.

Meanwhile, I sat home alone, cooking a birthday meal for myself, foolishly saving half of it for him.

I threw the marriage certificate right back at him, my eyes dead cold.

Just then, the friends around us gathered round to smooth things over.

“Emma, Sean’s been more than fair to you. Three years of that must be enough. Why don’t you just walk away now as if nothing ever happened?”

“Exactly, they kept it secret for three years for your sake. I mean with your background, three years being Sean’s girlfriend is not a bad deal at all.”

Sean raised an eyebrow at me, his tone dripping with condescending charity:

“I’m sure you can read. Michelle was never the side dish—you were.”

Michelle too stepped forward to take my hand, her tone gentle:

“Emma, stop making a scene. Just go home and pretend nothing ever happened. It’s better for us all.”

I clenched my fists so tightly my fingernails dug deep into my palms, yet I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Fine then, I’ll stop making a scene. But since I’m already here, naturally I have to leave you two a wedding gift before I go.”

Just as I spoke, one of his friends suddenly blurted out:

“Sean! You’re trending!”

Sean’s expression changed sharply as he grabbed the phone to check.

“#CheatingScandalatFamedMedicalProfessor’sWedding”

The hashtag had shot straight into the top ten.

The attached photo was a high-resolution shot taken at the wedding venue just moments ago.

The comment section had already exploded.

Sean snapped his head up to glare at me, his eyes blazing with fury.

“Are you out of your mind?”

I met his gaze calmly, lightly waving my phone at him.

“You guys love playing games, don’t you? Guess what?The game has only just begun.”